It’s December. It feels like I’ve been wading through quicksand most of the year. Some causes are easy to recognise, like my mother’s passing in spring and minor, though annoying, health issues.
But there’s been something deeper, something it took me a while to recognise. That’s a deep sadness about the state of society and what we’ve done, and are doing, to nature and the entire planet. My sadness isn’t recent; it’s been a constant companion for years.
What’s changed for me this year is the rise of right-wing populism and the sense of powerlessness as we repeat some of the darkest days of history with the Russian invasion of Ukraine, genocide in Gaza, civil wars, conflict and repression across the world. And the world’s superpower abandoning any sense of normal political and diplomatic behaviour.
All this left me questioning my focus on sustainability, which has been central to most of my working life. Pursuing the Sustainable Development Goals seems pointless as international norms collapse, billionaires manipulate governments and the public to their own ends or plan their escapes to Mars – while the rest of us head to hell in a handcart.